You saw a broken umbrella.
I saw a satellite dish.
You saw a red head.
I saw ochre seaweed.
You saw a flimsy skirt.
I saw a black jelly fish.
You said, not sand, then, but crème brûlée?
Which I thought was sweet.
Linking this to The Sunday Muse Blogspot (http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/) where Carrie has supplied us with another selection of absorbing images.
Writing Whatnots 
Indeed. 💜 I see a witch caught mid octopus conjuring.
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Ooh, I like that!
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This is cool Sunita, made me smile.
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Thank you Rob. (It’s Marion, haha!)
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Your poem is as sweet as they come! Great write ….
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Aah, thank you so much Helen!
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Your perspective is beautiful Marion!
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Thank you Carrie! Fab image.
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😊Nice one. Happy you dropped by my blog today.
Much💛love
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Awww, you know, Marian, I hadn’t even seen the seaweed until you mentioned. If she is barefoot it will hurt her feet.
Liked your ending in agreement, I too like crème brûlée.
I am sorry if my write hurt your feelings. I purposely wrote of very, very, unpleasantness. Without saying the words. Gothic?
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Jim,
http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com
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Hi Jim, its interesting what sparks in our head from images isn’t it?
And no, don’t worry, you most certainly did not hurt my feelings. It was just that it was a very dark write.
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Yes, the lady is barefoot. I couldn’t, out there.
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Ah, we paint what we see, at least in our minds, especially if we’re poets. I love the ending.
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(This is Fireblossom in WP clothes.)
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Don’t we though? Thank you Shay!
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